Su Xiaoqi let out a somewhat depressed cold snort.
Just as Zhao Xiaozhu was about to say something, the temperature around her suddenly dropped, and her heart trembled.
Looking up, she saw a tall figure. She tremblingly called out "Big Cousin" and retreated, running away.
Su Xiaoqi looked at the dark sky and Shen Yun, who was closing in on her.
She quickly covered her mouth, fearing he would kiss her again.
Fortunately, Shen Yun had no such intentions at the moment.
He simply explained calmly:
"It's true that I sell paintings, but they aren't my own."
Su Xiaoqi raised an eyebrow: "If not yours, whose are they?"
Shen Yun said, "My uncle's. His painting 'A Moonlit Night on the Spring River' is excellent."
After thinking for a moment, he felt he might need to explain: "I promised you I wouldn't break my word."
"How much did it sell for?" Su Xiaoqi asked curiously.
She didn't believe Su Yurou would be willing to pay a large sum for Zhao Liushun's painting.
Shen Yun, however, suddenly became coy and simply held up his right index finger.
Su Xiaoqi blinked: "Ten taels? No, if the buyer wasn't you, she might not even be willing to spend ten taels."
Shen Yun shook his head.
Su Xiaoqi tentatively asked, "Could it be a hundred taels?"
Shen Yun nodded, saying it was one hundred and ten taels.
As he spoke, he drew out banknotes from his sleeve and placed them in Su Xiaoqi's hand.
Su Xiaoqi quickly declined, saying the money was from selling her uncle's painting, and it wasn't proper for her to take it.
Shen Yun, however, told her he had already asked his uncle.
His uncle felt that his own paintings wouldn't fetch such a price.
Miss Su must have bought it at a high price solely for his reputation.
Therefore, he only took the highest price they usually sold paintings for—ten taels.
The remaining hundred taels, he returned in full.
"Originally, my uncle only wanted to take two taels. But, the eldest aunt and the second aunt..."
Shen Yun hesitated for a moment before telling Su Xiaoqi.
His uncle felt his legs were growing and recovering.
However, because she required him to lie in bed to rest, he was unable to move.
And he was unmarried, with no one to care for him.
So, he had to seek help from Zhao Dashan and Zhao Erhu.
The two men were rough and careless and couldn't do much.
Ultimately, this heavy responsibility fell upon the eldest aunt and the second aunt.
The second aunt was alright; ever since marrying into the Zhao family, she had treated this youngest uncle-in-law well.
But the eldest aunt, Madam Qian, was different.
She was constantly exasperated with the immobile Zhao Liushun, treating him with disdain.
"If it weren't for my uncle being a scholar, she probably wouldn't even bother with him," Shen Yun sighed deeply.
As the ancients said, a virtuous wife reduces misfortune for her husband; it was indeed true.
Thinking this, he couldn't help but look up at Su Xiaoqi before him.
She was the virtuous wife in his heart.
Gentle and kind, filial to elders, and loving towards younger siblings.
No one could do better than her.
Su Xiaoqi felt a pang of sympathy for Zhao Liushun.
She thought for a moment and said she would find Zhao Ye tomorrow and ask him to look after his uncle more when he had time.
At the same time, she wondered if her space could exchange for spiritual medicine again.
If Zhao Liushun ate another one, would his leg condition improve?
Shen Yun looked at Su Xiaoqi with some surprise.
What were this space and spiritual medicine she spoke of?
However, putting that aside, he was deeply grateful to her.
She always managed to solve his problems at the right time when he needed it.
He tightened his grip on her hands.
Just as Su Xiaoqi was about to pull her hands away, she saw Shen Yun stuff a banknote into her hand.
Shen Yun reiterated that both he and his uncle intended for Su Xiaoqi to have the discretion to use this hundred taels.
"Do you trust me? Aren't you afraid I'll take this hundred taels and run away?" Su Xiaoqi's brain malfunctioned, and what she thought, she said.
Shen Yun stroked the back of her hand and asked, word by word, "Would you?"
Su Xiaoqi pursed her lips and remained silent.
Her eyes flickered, and she looked at Shen Yun provocatively, her clear peach blossom eyes seeming to say, "See if I would."
In her heart, however, she was thinking, "Hmph, I, your grandmother, don't even care about your hundred taels.
I, your grandmother, am destined to make a fortune!"
Shen Yun, hearing her inner thoughts, couldn't help but curve his lips into a smile.
This wife of his was like this, sharp-tongued but soft-hearted.
In truth, she was softer than anyone, yet she always put on a facade of being iron-hearted.
It was a pity, though, that she could fool others but not him.
Su Xiaoqi saw him smile like a fox that had stolen fish and frowned, telling him about Madam Zhao's eye condition.
"Can it be cured?" Shen Yun's tone was calm.
In fact, there had been signs of this earlier, but his mother hadn't mentioned it, and he hadn't wanted to believe it.
Su Xiaoqi pursed her lips, "I don't have a ten-tenths certainty."
"You try. At worst, it won't be any worse than it is now."
"Then we need to be clear. If my mother-in-law...
I mean, if I can't cure it, you mustn't blame me, hate me, or retaliate against me."
Su Xiaoqi felt it was better to have some form of guarantee.
What if Shen Yun, after telling her to try, later gained power and became a villain, then sought her out?
Shen Yun tickled her nose: "Where do you get so many mischievous thoughts?
You are my wife; what could I possibly do to you?"
Although he could hear Su Xiaoqi's inner thoughts,
because it required contact each time, he missed many crucial words.
The woman before him was quite mysterious to him.
She seemed to have many secrets she couldn't speak of.
"You promise! Don't worry, I will do my utmost to treat my mother-in-law's eyes.
But I can't guarantee a hundred percent success. At that time, you mustn't blame me."
Su Xiaoqi stubbornly demanded a promise.
Shen Yun would never blame her, so he readily agreed.
With this assurance, Su Xiaoqi felt much more at ease.
She no longer cared about Shen Yun and Su Yurou holding hands and acting amorously that day.
Of course, in her heart, she hadn't taken it too seriously.
Even though she had felt a slight discomfort at the time.
But this stemmed from her pride as Shen Yun's wife at this moment.
After all, she was still nominally Shen Yun's wife.
Shouldn't those two protagonists, a man and a woman, exercise a little restraint?
At least wait until she left before flirting.
Su Xiaoqi's blooming smile caused a stir in Shen Yun's heart.
He couldn't help but want to do something.
Back in the room, when he lay down on the bed.
Shen Yun reached out his "Lu Shan claw" towards Su Xiaoqi, who lay flat with her eyes closed.
The claw landed precisely on Su Xiaoqi's lower abdomen.
At first, Su Xiaoqi didn't pay it any mind.
She thought Shen Yun was restless in his sleep and had accidentally placed his hand there.
But she soon realized it wasn't the case.
Because she clearly heard Shen Yun swallow and the frantic thumping of his heart.
Su Xiaoqi's heart gave a "clunk," and she shouted internally, "Holy crap, what is this Shen Yun guy doing?"
"He's not going to... do me, is he?"
Su Xiaoqi startled herself and used two fingers to clamp Shen Yun's hand, quickly throwing it back at him.
Shen Yun was joyfully listening to her inner monologue.
He was reluctant to move his hand away.
So, like a stubborn stain, he stuck to her again.
"Grass, grass, grass! Shen Yun, you pervert, you scoundrel..."
Su Xiaoqi's thoughts were instantly interrupted because Shen Yun's hand wasn't the only thing that moved towards her.
His entire body covered her,
like a human-shaped display stand, he fell onto her, blocking all her vision.
She could only see him.
In the dim moonlight, she saw Shen Yun's eyes wide open, sparkling brightly, his pupils filled with lust.
Su Xiaoqi's heart cried out, "Holy crap, holy crap! Shen Yun, you bastard, you wolf in sheep's clothing!
You're not going to force yourself on me, are you? Your grandmother doesn't agree!"